My Twice Baked Potato

On the way home today, I thought about all the ways that we are moving on.

We are moving on as we schedule a meeting to find out more about a new private school.  This school seems to be just what we would dream and create if we had an unlimited budget and hours of free time. With a technology-heavy curriculum, we hope that he would be inspired by the new learning and that traditional work books and rote memorization would be part of his past.  We hope that he would meet other kids with similar passions and connect with that best friend that everyone needs.

We are moving on as we connect with a former classmate and schedule an upcoming play date.  I was nervous to contact the parent, wondering what she knew about my son’s struggles.  She was gracious and shared that her son was happy that I emailed them.  I can tell that he is moving on as he starts to mention other people that he would like to see soon.

This is new.  It is important; it shows that he is starting to feel comfortable inside of his own skin again.

We are moving on as we make summer plans.  A nice combination of learning and playing with a few trips thrown into the mix.  We are already making plans for his summer birthday and he reminds me, with a sparkle in his eyes, that he will be nine.  Nine?!

That just can’t be.

We are moving on and his tolerance for more learning, more teaching is growing and stretching.  Yesterday, was a full day of many subjects.  There was some pushing back, but I was proud of what he was able to accomplish.

We are moving on with filing a formal complaint against the school district for the pain and the neglect and the discrimination.  We know that the relationship with that school is done and over, but we want to make sure that other parents and families don’t experience what we have been subjected to.  We don’t want another child to feel less than, worthless, invisible.

We are moving on and the air and the conversations aren’t heavy with pain and worry.

We are moving on.